Plastic Satisfation

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

You come home from a “hard” day at work and are really tense. You ask if I can possibly give you a shoulder/neck massage. I tell you that I have a better idea and then ask you to strip. You go to the bedroom and disrobe, while I am setting up in our dining room. We have these wonderful wooden chairs, with cutwork backs and very polished oak seats. (In reality, I have 1930’s chairs with handmade needlepoint seat covers, made by my mother). The lights are dimmed in the room and you stand in the doorway, nervously fidgeting with you feet. I tell you to come over and get your surprise. You agree, only to see that I have a number of items on the table, ready to use.

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Plastic Satisfation